Strings Left Hanging

I'm stuck hanging from some strings

That used to be a lot

 I had many supporters

That kept me in the same spot

But someone went and cut my strings 

And left the weakest ones

So now I'm left wishing to fall

Instead of making my midair run

I wish that person had cut them all

And not left me to cut my own

For now I'm not just without a place

But I took away my own home

I've tried to make the most 

But the most is not a lot

And now I'm stuck deciding

If I should stay or cut off more

The worst place to be 

Is no place at all

When you lose the things that mean the most 

But you're still stuck to some things from your fall

I hate the one who cut my strings

But left the weakest ones

For now I'm left with the last of my past

But never can I be done